Outnumbered

Ready, get set go!

On the way to drink the ice
To run from the shouting crowd
And hide from their glaring eyes.

One, two, three, flee!

To swallow your frozen pride
Sing their song aloud
And eat their bitter pies.

Four, five, six, pick!

The tribe you’d rather stick
The ass you have to lick
Or else they’ll call you a freak.

Seven, eight, nine, ten!

Swollen and beaten
Never try to get even
You’ll be unforgiven.

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